urban imperial doctor

It happened to be noon when Lin Junhong dragged Wang Shuhua to appear near the school, and the students who came out to eat lunch went shopping in groups of threes and threes at the shops on the street. The things in Lin Simiao's shop were novelty and cheap. When the two went in, they saw that the small shop was packed to the brim.

Lin Simiao smiled when she saw her son coming, walked over, picked up the child and kissed her, and said, "Sister Wang, why are you here at this time, is your lunch ready?" Wang Shuhua picked up the thermos cup in her hand and smiled. He said, "I'll bring you something to eat, so that you don't have to throw away a meal. I made a meal and we eat together. There is also a date cake in the bread for you to eat as a snack in the afternoon."

Lin Simiao looked at the huge thermos cup and laughed, reached out to take it upside down and said, "It's really heavy, Sister Wang, I don't need to be so troublesome in the future. Is there anything to eat near the school? I'll just take a meal away." , you go inside and do it, it will take another hour for school students to attend class."

After hearing this, Wang Shuhua took the child in and arranged the meals, looked at Lin Simiao who was busy outside, shook her head, stroked Lin Junhong's hair and said, "Your mother is capable, but she doesn't know how to take care of others, and her life has no rules. , if I hadn't been watching, wouldn't you mother and son just have a meal without a meal?"

Lin Junhong smiled awkwardly, thinking that the house was indeed a little messy when Wang Shuhua was not there. Lin Simiao was meticulous to him, but his ability to do housework was very average. After a while, there were fewer students outside. Lin Simiao drank a bowl of soup when he came over. They happily ate the love meal delivered by the two of them. Fortunately, the thermos was big enough, and the three of them had small appetites, so there was still some leftovers after eating together.

It's time for class after dinner. During this period of time, the small shops near the school are idle. Although there will be residents from the college area who come here occasionally, but they are a minority after all. Lin Simiao simply mixes up the small table inside and buys snacks next door. I bought some melon seeds or something, and sat there chatting with Wang Shuhua, while Lin Junhong took something called a crayon and drew on the paper.

The days in the afternoon are very leisurely. Wang Shuhua pays attention to health preservation, and mother and son are not allowed to go to bed immediately in the afternoon. Lin Junhong also thinks that his mother often has a bad habit of going to bed after eating. no good.Wang Shuhua sat there watching her godson draw, and at the same time told people who eat melon seeds not to eat too much, because it is not good for the body to eat just now.

After watching for a while, Wang Shuhua turned her head and said to Lin Simiao: "I see that Junjun is very talented in painting. Look who can draw so well at such a young age. Junjun is also four years old, and he is not old enough to go to elementary school." , Going to kindergarten is a waste of money and time, why not send him to the Children’s Palace to learn other things, don’t we pay attention to the development of all aspects and all qualities now, my family Junjun will become a great painter in the future.”

Lin Simiao turned her head to look at the flowers drawn by Lin Junhong, and at a glance, she knew it was another kind of herbal medicine. She sighed, walked over to touch her son, looked up at her son, and said with a smile: "How about it, Junjun thinks Want to learn?"

Lin Junhong felt that he no longer needed others to teach his calligraphy and painting. You must know that in his previous life, his father paid a lot of money to hire old gentlemen from the Imperial Academy for the sake of a few children's calligraphy. Among them, he was the best learner. Even if the emperor saw it later, he praised him, but if he is self-taught now, my mother will doubt it. Lin Junhong nodded and said, "I want to learn Chinese painting and calligraphy."

"Okay, mom will report it for you tomorrow, but if Junjun gives up halfway, mom will give you fried shredded pork with bamboo shoots." Lin Simiao said with a smile, Lin Junhong snorted and lowered his head to draw his own, but Wang Shuhua over there He smiled and said, "I see, Junjun is more determined than you. He can't learn well what he wants to learn. If we take care of those flowers and plants at home, can they grow so well? Everyone will look at our balcony. Woolen cloth."

Wang Shuhua thought for a while and then said: "Didn't Junjun give me a pot of orchids last time? We only spent ten yuan when we bought them. It's the cheap Chunlan on the roadside. Junjun doesn't know how to raise it. Then The brightly colored ones are even more beautiful than those famous ones. The teacher Gu upstairs bought it from me last time, so I didn’t sell it to him. This is because Jun Jun respects me.”

Lin Simiao sighed when he thought of the blooming flowers and plants on his balcony, and paused slightly as he stroked the child's hair. If such a talent was in the Sun family, he might be called the old man's treasure, especially if the child loved him. Herbal medical books are very sensitive, and I have liked them since I was a child. Is it true that genetic inheritance through generations is so miraculous? Sun Yibo has no talent for traditional Chinese medicine, but he has passed it on to his son.

Just as he was thinking about it, the old woman who also opened a stationery store next door coughed violently. Because Lin Simiao was a latecomer, although she got along well with those unrelated shop owners, she was not embarrassed or awkward with those business rivals. Yes, it's as if they don't know each other when they meet each other. This old woman has a bad mouth. Seeing her as a woman with a child, the words in her mouth are not clean. If it weren't for her age, Lin Simiao would not be so negotiable.

Hearing the coughing sound, Lin Junhong raised his head, glanced over there, suddenly stood up and walked over. Although the old lady didn't like the behavior of the woman next door, old people like cute and well-behaved The child, when he saw Lin Junhong, did not have a cold face, but smiled at him instead.

Lin Junhong stretched out his hand and pulled the old woman's arm, felt her pulse, withdrew his hand and opened his mouth and said, "Grandma, do you often cough, especially when the weather is cold?"

The old lady showed a hint of surprise, covered her mouth and coughed twice, and said, "Yes, how do you know, baby?"

"This is a shortness of breath and cough in old age, and the elderly usually have it. I also know that three qian of Codonopsis pilosula, three qian of Atractylodes macrocephala, three qian of Yunqin, three qian of roasted licorice, three qian of dried tangerine peel, three qian of Pinellia, and three qian of roasted winter It costs three qian, Zhitiandong [-] qian, Zhicundong [-] qian, Zhiqiren [-] qian, white mustard seed [-] qian, decocted with water, and it can be raised slowly." Lin Junhong said clearly, word by word, After thinking about it for a while, he watched the dazed old man run to the table beside him, picked up a crayon and brushed out a prescription. Although the font was a little immature, it was clear.

Seeing the child's son give the prescription to the old woman next to him, Lin Simiao pulled him in front of her with an uneasy face, and asked coldly, "Junjun, how did you know these prescriptions?"

Only then did Lin Junhong realize that he was showing off, he pursed his lips, looked at his mother and said, "I read it from a medical book, there is a prescription in it... It's for coughing."

"Okay, don't scare the child, what's wrong with my Junjun is smart." Wang Shuhua smiled, hugged the child and sat on her body, stroked his hair and said, "Don't be afraid, Junjun, but Chinese medicine is not so simple. Yes, if you look at the house, who wouldn’t know it? Traditional Chinese medicine is not like western medicine. The dosage of each herb depends on the patient’s condition. Do you understand?"

"Understood." The child obediently agreed, and he also knew that he was being abrupt. Wang Shuhua thought for a while and asked again, "Simiao, I think Junjun is very talented in this area, and I know a few Chinese medicine practitioners." Old man, why don't you let Junjun go and learn, try it while you are still young, if you don't like it in the future, you can change it, it is always right to learn more."

As soon as the words fell, Lin Junhong jumped down and grabbed Lin Simiao's clothes and acted coquettishly: "Okay, okay, mom, I'm going to learn, I like herbal medicine, and I like to prescribe prescriptions for others, just let me go."

Lin Simiao finally agreed, pinched his son's chubby cheeks and said with a smile: "You are too busy, you are a master of traditional Chinese painting and calligraphy, and now you have to learn Chinese medicine. You think you are a little superman, just shout out." I can become an Ultraman." Lin Junhong blushed and had to lean on her body to pretend to be shy, and after learning Chinese medicine, he will be able to treat others in a legitimate name.

After this incident, Lin Simiao was in a low mood until she got home. Now the mother and son have slept in separate rooms, and Lin Junhong has his own small but warm room. When Lin Simiao opened the door and entered, she saw her son sitting at the desk Before reading medical books, she couldn't help but sighed and walked over, touched the child's head and glanced at the words on the table, she was like Sun Yibo, Western medicine was okay, but Chinese medicine felt a headache: "I'm reading it again, don't you mean Don’t watch it at night, it’s not good if you hurt your eyes at a young age.”

"Mom, I know, I'm going to sleep right away." Lin Junhong closed the book obediently, Lin Simiao lay down on the bed with the child in his arms, patted his back with some emotion and said, "In the blink of an eye, you will grow up like this When I grow up, I still remember that time... Junjun, mother knows that you are different from ordinary children. You are sensible early and understand things. Mingming is only four years old, but he seems to know his own direction. Your parents are much stronger."

"At first, my mother didn't want to tell you so early, but today I think it's better to say it earlier." Lin Simiao said as he took out a notebook, which was the cowhide notebook with a thick cover. The dilapidated book, Lin Simiao looked at the words on the cover and said lightly, "This book is Mom's biggest secret...and it will become your secret in the future. Before our Lin family fell, we were considered a well-known cultivation family. It's a pity I have always followed the road of medicine cultivation, and now there is less and less aura on the earth, and the future is difficult for ordinary cultivators, let alone the Lin family who have always relied on elixir."

"Of course, our Lin family has fallen, and the alchemy recipes have been sold to other families one after another. They have treasured elixir for alchemy, but the Lin family has lost even the last advantage. In the end, it was handed down to my mother. There's only one story and this book." Lin Simiao glanced at his bewildered son, and wondered to himself that he was only a four-year-old, so he should tell him later, "Your grandfather said that mother is not a cultivator. It is only a layer of Qi refining up to now, and it is only a little better than ordinary people, but Junjun, your system is extraordinary, even though my mother has no ability to see your system, she also knows that it is definitely a hundred times better than mine."

"Mom told you these things, you might not understand." Lin Simiao smiled and took out the book and put it in the child's little hand, his face was never serious, "You just need to know, practice this secret book, you will become You must become stronger, but at the same time you will also face unknown dangers. My mother will not go far on this road, and she can only take you in. After that, everything will depend on you. If you don’t practice, Junjun will live an ordinary life. Not bad."